December

“Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking...”

Friedrich Nietzsche

Formerly, guitar string.

And I twisted into a flower. Well, tried.


"and a word to the wise when the fire dies,
you think it's over but it's just begun
but baby don't cry-
you had my heart, at least for the most part...
’cause everybody's gotta die sometime, we fell apart...
let’s make a new start
’cause everybody's gotta die sometime yeah
my baby don't cry..."

Lyrics from a song, I'm tripping on.
Watch it here.

∴

It's not a black and white world.
All that is, is gray.

Cloud watching.

Do it. It's fun.
You wont believe the things you'll see.

I saw a crocodile version of Yankee Doodle.
It amuses me to no end.
Well.

The future's uncertain

...and the end is always near.
Let it roll, baby, roll!
Let it roll, all night long!

Blanche DuBois

"How do I look? ...I feel so hot and frazzled.
Wait till I powder before you open the door. Oh, do I look done in?

Boys and girls, Blanche DuBois from Tennessee Williams' A Streetcar Named Desire.

Pssst: I played Blanche in my first big play :)

Abigail and mum; walking through town...

Toffee wrappers and chalk, talk.

Voodoo

Titled "Untitled"

I have nothing new,
to share with you...
I'm not even here,
I'm somewhere blue...
-Anonymous

je t'aime...

Supritha Sanjay- a friend of mine, made this drawing.

If I should decide to publish a love story someday- this will be my book cover :)